If only Steve really knew what Bucky was thinking. The soft, chaste kisses are just that, test kisses. He wants so much more from Bucky, but he has no clue if his friend even remotely wants it either. So he kisses. And he holds. And wonders about what ifs and days gone by. There is no way Bucky could want him in the way that he wants Bucky.
His friend. His best friend. The only thing Bucky wants is to know that he's safe.
His eyes close and he hangs on tight, clinging to Bucky and wishing he could just man up and grow a pair or whatever other cliche he could think of. "We... Together," he whispered. "Just like the old days."
He bites his lip, so glad that Bucky isn't looking up at him. He's glad his friend cant see the feelings in his eyes or how badly he just wants to kiss Bucky. He sighs, resting his cheek against Bucky's head, a small yawn slipping out. "You're comfy," he mumbled.
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His friend. His best friend. The only thing Bucky wants is to know that he's safe.
His eyes close and he hangs on tight, clinging to Bucky and wishing he could just man up and grow a pair or whatever other cliche he could think of. "We... Together," he whispered. "Just like the old days."
He bites his lip, so glad that Bucky isn't looking up at him. He's glad his friend cant see the feelings in his eyes or how badly he just wants to kiss Bucky. He sighs, resting his cheek against Bucky's head, a small yawn slipping out. "You're comfy," he mumbled.